The Break-Up (Dramione)

Unexpected

Anyway, I'm on a roll. Happy halloween.

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Hermione's pov

Another week goes by, things have been pretty much the same.

I am glad things are finally getting a bit more back to normal.

People have stopped caring about me and what I do.

Which is a relief.

I don't have to back away from people any more and I don't feel any more eyes poring into my back when I have to walk by groups of people.

The only people I still avoid are my friends.

And they avoid me.

They have stopped staring at me all the time, have stopped throwing me daggers with their eyes. They only throw occassional glances my way.

I notice of course.

I pretend to not be looking at them, but I watch them from a distance.

It's hard. It's very hard.

At first I thought the break up was the thing that hurt me the most, and it was, for a while. But I guess heartache like that fades away, your heart heals and opens up a space for someone new, a new love.

Friendship is different though.

Friendship breakups are way more difficult and painful.

I'm still hurt by Ron of course, I'm still sad and angry. But I have stopped crying myself to sleep for some time now. I have been capable of taking a quick glance towards him. Just to see how he is doing.

He's playing it cool. Though I can see an uneasy look in his eyes sometimes. He doesn't look my way too often, he only dares to when he thinks no one is watching. When I'm not watching.

I notice of course.

Even though I'm hurt over the break up, I'm also sad about our broken friendship.

I didn't think about the future that much, I didn't really dare to, because of the war. I didn't dare to fantasize about what it would be like after the war. About who I would be and what I would be doing.

I had my ambitions and dreams before the war. But things changed. Nothing was certain any more.

The future was something I didn't allow myself the luxury of thinking about too much.

Though when I did think of it throught I would be with Ron. That we would be together.

I'm also rational though.

I knew that even if our fates weren't tied together romantically, we would still always be friends. Best friends.

Now, I don't know.

I don't know if I can ever forgive him.

I don't know if I want to.

And it hurts that our friendship is so damaged because of this.

But still, right now I don't care about fixing things with Ron.

I care about my other friends.

I wish I could talk to Harry, to Ginny. Neville or Luna...

Watching them tryint to pretend I don't exist is tough.

I wonder if I get the chance to talk to them...

To tell them what happened...

Right what is wrong and get justice...

General pov